My Stepmom Is A Vampire & Her Entire Bloodline Wants To Breed Me Chapter 232: Wish Of Cooperation

Mark Addams was still young when he realized that if the world was going to change, it would never happen in the spotlight. It had to be done from the shadows. Humanity needed to be strengthened, and he believed invention was the only way to do it.

At twenty five, he succeeded in reducing the destructive effects of implanted cores inside vampire hunters.

By thirty, he managed to embed modified cores into firearms, allowing hunters to wield power without direct implantation. It was considered revolutionary.

And yet, it was never enough.

One by one, his friends fell. Their bodies failed first, unable to withstand the strain.

Then their minds followed. Personalities warped, blood depletion accelerated. So beca violent while others beca hollow. Mark watched them deteriorate, powerless to stop it.

His invention was nothing more than a delayed bomb. He knew it. And knowing it destroyed him.

Depression swallowed him whole.

"Would it have been better if I never invented any of this?" he muttered one night, staring at piles of research scattered across his desk.

He wanted to burn it all. Erase every trace of his work.

The next morning, everything changed.

The Chief of Caduceus announced what they called good news. Mark would beco the next chief. At the sa ti, Caduceus would formally cooperate with House Latros.

Mark rejected it imdiately.

Becoming chief was not the issue. Working with one of the Seven Great Covenants was unacceptable. Humans had suffered too much under vampires. His colleagues agreed with him.

They protested. The response did not co from the forr Chief of Caduceus.

It ca from Robert Latros himself.

Rohan died a long ti ago, and Robert was now the Patriarch of Latros. Mark did not know him personally, but rumors painted him as different. Less cruel, more reasonable, so even called him benevolent.

The first eting seed to confirm that image.

Robert was calm and collected. There was none of the arrogance Mark had grown accustod to when dealing with vampires.

"Why did you refuse my proposal?" Robert asked.

"Mr. Latros," Mark replied carefully, "you understand the history between humans and vampires. We are not equals. Cooperation with the very race that enslaved us is not sothing we can accept."

"The human farms were abolished a century ago," Robert answered evenly.

"By working with us, your research will progress far beyond its current limits. Caduceus has always relied on low Vitalis cores. They slow you down. We can provide better ones."

The room stirred. Doctors whispered among themselves. Even Mark felt the temptation. It was a dangerous offer, precisely because it made sense.

"Then tell your purpose," Mark pressed. "Why help us?"

"I want humans to possess the sa power as vampires," Robert said. "Without cores, without degeneration, and without side effects."

The room erupted. Doctors argued loudly. So dismissed it as impossible. Others accused him of lying. Mark himself did not believe it. The offer sounded unreal.

Questions piled up.

"What would you use that power for?"

"Why help humanity at all?"

"Why not create an army of vampires instead?"

Robert listened patiently to every question, as though cataloging them.

Then he spoke a single sentence.

"I want to create a new world. A world where only the strong survive."

Silence fell.

"I will send the proposal to all of you gentlen who are interested in my vision for a new order," Robert said as he stood.

"I am late for another appointnt. You may discuss everything further with my secretary."

The secretary nodded, signaling that nas would be taken.

As Robert left the room, confusion lingered in the air. No one spoke at first.

"What will you do?" Larry asked quietly from Mark’s side. "I don’t think it hurts to read the proposal first and decide later."

Mark did not answer imdiately, but inside, he agreed. So did the others. Reading a proposal was not a cri, even if sothing about it felt wrong. In the end, he signed his na.

That night, Mark threw the papers across the room the mont he finished reading them.

"This is bullshit," he muttered.

He collapsed onto the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. The fireplace burned quietly, filling the room with warmth, while snow fell outside, covering the city in a thin white layer.

Robert’s vision was impossible to achieve without imnse sacrifice. And not from vampires.

It was carefully worded, wrapped in idealistic language about coexistence and recognition. But Mark could see through it.

"Vampires will dominate the world openly," he murmured.

They already dominated the economic sector and would surely in politic. Robert simply wanted to remove the pretense.

Unfortunately, not everyone agreed with him.

Many were tired. Tired of failure, of watching colleagues die, of seeing their research go nowhere. They wanted results, power, and success. The pressure broke them.

So had already ford a group behind Caduceus to support Robert. Worse, the Vampire Hunter Association had begun signaling its willingness to cooperate as well.

"Don’t be so stubborn," said an old man sitting across from him. Samuel, the Chief of the Vampire Hunter Association.

Samuel gently rubbed his palm as a staff mber poured tea for them.

"Vampires are all the sa," Mark replied coldly. "You hunted them for decades. You should know better than ."

"I do know them better," Samuel said calmly. "That’s why I know Robert is different."

Mark scoffed. "Different how?"

"I think he likes humans."

Mark froze, then burst out laughing. He laughed so hard it took him nearly ten minutes to stop. It was the first genuine laughter he’d had in months.

"You can’t be serious," Mark said between breaths. "What did he tell you? Did he brainwash you?"

Samuel only sighed. "He once had a human lover. He married her. He never turned her, not even at the end of her life."

Mark blinked. "What?"

"It isn’t a rumor," Samuel continued. "I’ve known for years. He has tried to build contact with for over a decade. He never gave up. And he won’t give up on Caduceus either."

The revelation was more than surprising. It was unsettling.

Vampires saw humans as livestock. That was history. That was reality.

And yet, Samuel was right.

Robert did not give up.

One day, he ca to Mark’s house himself, and for the first ti, they were finally able to speak face to face.